Earlier tonight, as I was once again washing the dishes, I bit my tongue about being very pissed off about never getting any help with the washing of the dishes from my seventeen soon to be eighteen year old son.

My son says, "I love you," all the time to me, but he never helps me out with the dishes.

I want to say to him, "Saying you love me is one thing, but showing me that you love me is another thing. Of course, this will just lead to him not saying, "I love you." It will not lead to him washing the dishes.

As I was washing the dishes, tonight, I wanted to put a note over the sink that said, "when I'm dead, you'll wish that you had washed more dishes, because that was the only thing that I asked you to do for me while I was alive. Oh yeah, except for my request to help me out with the trash,also."

In heaven there will be no dirty dishes and no trash to take out and I'm certainly not going to hell, not with all these dishes that I've washed for this kid.